Little Bang Theory

"Fish" says the rifle.

"Tang" says the pellet
as it smacks a steel duck
to its flat-iron grave.

"Five more for a fish in a plastic bag."

The orange petal life
in a prison of present.

"Is that a friend I can see,
the star-drop blur
beyond the edge of the universe?"

A dead bear of blue cloud grins.
A breeze of pink sugar scent
and sequins' glint
like sunrise on a lake
brushed by a god's breath.

The gun says "fish" again.
Another metal death.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.